"After the sun dies," he said, avoiding the word "wait," "we will swing to meet this new force. If the wind holds straight and steady, we will come across to them like sharks in the night."
"Sharks?"
Ward grinned.
"A very savage deep sea fish of my world."
Tahn relaxed, and a twisted smile came over his narrow face.
"It will be a short fight," he said softly.
III
Aqua's sizzling sun was getting hazy as it settled behind lower Pelo Head, outlining the violent peaks like teeth in some savage jaw. Ward stood on the bridge of the first-liner, Bad Weather, and watched the fleet and the late returning gliders. He never failed to marvel at these ships—sleek, sea-flying catamarans, steady, tall and wonderously beautiful. Their twin hulls skimmed the seas with hardly a roll. Their speed was something you had to feel to believe.
He watched the second-liner. South Bird, come around to catch her glider.